Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Smog,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.